Hot Blooded

come to your senses, believe what we’re telling you to be the truth, agree to our demands, and save your own damn life. We all win. I’m going to look forward to the pats on the back in Pack for being such a trailblazer when it comes to preserving human life. Who knew all it was going to take was a little solo flying with vampires?”

“I don’t care wh-what you say,” Ray stammered. “Vampires and werewolves can’t possibly exist.

It’s not natural. I want no part of this fuc—”

Naomi leaned in quickly, her ivory fangs snapping down in an instant. She bared her incisors as her face began to do that slide-downward thing I’d seen Valdov and the Queen do when they were angry.

Her skin appeared to melt off her face like hot wax. How in the hell did they do that? I wasn’t about to ask and ruin the show. “We exist, human,” she hissed. “You would do well to fear us.”

Ray stumbled backward so quickly he fell. I let him go and he landed flat on his back.

I left him there as I peered at Naomi, watching as her face glided back to normal. She glanced over at me once everything was back in its rightful place, seeming proud of herself for providing the trick to terrify the human.

“I think I’m beginning to like you,” I told her honestly. Nothing like a supe with a plucky attitude.

She’d caught on to the situation fast, no tutorials needed. Unlike her brother, who stood off to the side brooding, with his arms crossed like a petulant child. “He’s all yours.” I nodded to Naomi. “We’ll cross the border up the main highway and pick him up five miles on the other side. I’ll look for an outlet.”

Eamon paced forward like he’d sipped a lemon.

“We will take the human,” Naomi agreed. “And we will make sure he’s frightened.”

Sweet. “Sounds like a plan.”

Crossing the border took longer than it should have. The guards didn’t pull us over to search the truck, but they held us in front of the window for a substantial amount of time, quizzing us about how we’d obtained our lovely vehicle. Tyler had all the pertinent paperwork in the glove box, but even so they kept asking. After the thirteenth question about our wonderful military Humvee, I arched a look at my brother and muttered, “You couldn’t have gotten us a nice Buick instead of artillery Big Bird?”

Tyler scowled. “Nice and Buick don’t run in the same sentence.”

Nick’s gift of persuasion would’ve been extremely useful right about now. It figured Nick would get a good gift like molding human minds to his liking, and I’d get stuck with supernatural domination, which was a totally useless skill to have if I planned on living to a ripe old age.

“So what do you think vampires eat, then?” Danny asked conversationally when they finally waved us through. “Do you think they only drink blood, or do you think they enjoy the occasional bit of raw meat or a nice swig of wine now and again? Must be frightfully boring just guzzling blood all day. It wouldn’t suit me in the least.”

“I couldn’t care less what they eat,” Tyler said as he sealed all the paperwork back in the glove box. “Just as long as they stay away from me. There’s not another supernatural Sect out there worse than vamps. Being dead and still functioning is like reanimating a corpse. It goes against all the laws of nature.”

“You know that’s what necromancers do, right?” I said, giving him a sidelong glance. “They reanimate corpses for a living. To me, that’s a million times worse than a vamp, with all the peeling skin and no eyeballs walking around like Night of the Living Dead.” I’d never actually seen a reanimated corpse, but my vision couldn’t be that far off. We were lucky necromancers were few and far between. My father had told me long ago it was an old magic, seldom used these days. “Vamps just have a different magic than we do. No better, no worse. They’re alive in their own way.”

Danny ignored both of our comments completely and continued, “Do you think all their plumbing works properly, you know, after they become undead?” Danny leaned forward. “That’d be worse than all the blood guzzling. Not a life without being able to have a good shag.”

I spotted a good place to turn after we’d gone five miles down the road. “I have no idea if they can have sex, Danny, nor do I care.” I angled the Humvee down a small road, paved this time, more civilized route. “Let’s focus on picking up Ray and figuring out the next plan. You can ask the vamps anything you want later, but when you do, just make sure you watch yourself. Be prepared for them to fly into a rage if you start prying into their personal life. Eamon looks like he’d rather suck you dry than divulge one single detail about himself.” I turned to my brother. “Roll down your window and see if you can scent them.”

Tyler cracked the window and inhaled as we moved slowly down the road. “They’re out there. I can smell them, but from the moving car I can’t figure out which way the wind is blowing.”

“That’s good enough for me.” I picked a wide berth on the shoulder and pulled over.

The second we stepped onto the road, a single shape landed ten feet in front of me. Up this close,

the whooshing sounded like straight-line winds whistling through trees.

“Good trick, flying,” Danny said jovially from behind me. “One of the pros to vampirism in my book.”

Naomi held on to a limp Ray. He hung loosely from the front like she’d just given him the

Heimlich maneuver but he’d choked anyway. I strode forward and she released him without preamble.

He toppled onto the road, out cold. “Scaring him seems to have worked,” I said. I knew he was alive because I could hear him breathing. Not that I’d thought she’d killed him, but rapport with the vamps was something I hadn’t expected. Eamon was difficult, but Naomi was almost pleasant.

“Humans are weak.” Naomi shrugged, a glint of sliver piercing deeply inside her irises, flashing outward in the dark like a spark. “I made sure he was aware of what was happening, and then for good measure, I dropped him.” When I appeared startled, she smiled. “But only for the briefest of moments.

In human time it was only a few seconds at most. When I caught him, he had already fainted.” She glanced down at Ray’s lifeless body impassively. “I have no idea why you would go to great lengths for a human such as this. But this one stayed awake longer than most.” There was a hint of grudging respect in her soft, French lilt.

“Ray is a guinea pig of sorts.” I moved closer to them. “Vamps might have a greater disregard for human life, but my ultimate plan is to try and preserve it when and if I can.” I had to be honest with myself and admit that wanting Ray to live was something I felt deep down, almost like an urge that was out of my control. The Prophecy pinged in my mind for a quick second, but I didn’t have time to analyze my feelings on the matter.

“Humans are of small consequence to us.” She shrugged her petite shoulders, her long chestnut hair swaying in the night air. The gesture and the breeze made her appear a teensy bit more normal and less supernatural horror. “We have little need to kill them. If we don’t wish it, they would never know we were there. But if an occasional human life gets lost, so be it.”

Under different circumstances, I might have been tempted to remind Naomi that she’d been human once. But now wasn’t the time, and I knew too many years had passed since she’d been one for it to register with any kind of meaning. Add in the fact I had no idea how I would feel about humans when I

was that old and it was almost a moot point. Maybe I’d forget what being human was like so much,

they’d barely be a blip on my radar too.

Ray moaned.

“Well,” I finally replied. “This one’s life is not up for grabs yet.” I pushed a toe into his thigh.

“Hey, Ray, it’s time to wake up.” I wiggled my foot back and forth, shaking him. “Come on. We need to get a move on.”

His eyes blinked open with a start, his body and fists instantly tensing for a fight.

I crouched down beside him. “Are you ready to come quietly now? Or do the vamps need to take you on another ride?”

“Hannon.” His voice came out creaky and raspy, like his throat had been damaged from screaming.

“I have no idea how they achieved that, but that was some of the craziest shit I’ve ever seen.”

“You didn’t answer my question, Ray. Does that mean you’re ready to come without a fuss?” I

peered at him closely. I could almost see the cogs rotating in his brain, his logical detective side warring with his whimsical side, likely a side of his brain he hadn’t utilized since he was a child, if that. Children were much more inclined to believe in the unreal, their brains tailored to accept all things. I knew Ray desperately didn’t want to believe in the unexplained, but we were beyond that now. “Your time is up. We can’t keep going like this and you know it. Make up your mind.” I stood.

“Are you ready to accept or not?”